|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|This one goes deep, Dawn. It makes me think of a miser growing old alone. Great Tanka. Hugs,
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|You certainly have a gifted pen, thank you for sharing
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Your thoughts say so much
with so few selective words
Love & Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|You are amazing, Dawn!
Simply superb writing...
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Nice work Dawn....unattended love can vanish as your thoughts so well express...a very nice expression of thought through poetry...
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...expressive poetry...given just the moment of few words...holds all the time in the world.
this is excellent Dawn...
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|This be no fairy tale, but real, you said it with charm, and nourishing wisdom, Blessings! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You have such keen perception Dawn! excellent sad poem!...ET|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Well done, Dawn. You captured a life in five good lines. - Gene.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i agree-the last line sums things up very well-nice job|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Last line is the kicker . . . What reality is for many people you have captured it here in poetryland . . .|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Excellant tanka that captures and says so much about live and love. So many good relationships have perished because they were not nourished by both partners. Well done.
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Stunning write...as usual.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|SO much said Dawn,,,Excellent.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|You have said a lot withing those lines. Memories can vanish when left unattended. Thank you for sharing Dawn.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|A melancholy write, and the last sentence caps the thought perfectly. People often get too complacent in a relationship and all the romance seems to fade into oblivion.|
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|Yours are haunting words in a look back.
Mystery creeps in, and we wonder about events absorbed by time.
Your brief works continue to be well done